"Hyung", Soobin whispers as he softly runs his hand over the white flowers.
"What are these?"
"White clovers," Yeonjun answers.
"And what do they signify?"
Yeonjun replies with a little 'huh', finally turning his head to look up at the taller male.
His eyes were already on him, butterflies wilding in his stomach.
"Oh, they are given to someone when they want the other to think of them.
You get what I say?"
A tilt of his head and a surprised gasp from the pinkette.
"Hyung, think of me often then?" Soobin says, plucking one out of the whole field of white clovers, tucking it behind his ears.
His ears that were now red, making the taller giggle.
Oh how much he loved hearing that.
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